The Secret of the Malfoy Name
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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22,792
Reviews:
77
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Chapter XIX: Seer at the Service of the Lord
Chapter XIX: Seer at the Service of the Lord
09/24/1996
Hera had followed Voldemort up to the dinning room, which was even larger than the one the Malfoy’s had. The wizard took a seat at the head of the table and indicated her to take the one to his left. The light from the chandeliers made his face look even more inhuman, but that didn’t intimidate Hera the least; she had waited for this moment for far too long and was more that ready to face it. She knew that the only way for her to win his respect was to act maturely and fearless, but at the same time, she wanted to win his heart, in case he had any, what made her sustain a sweet personality as well.
Hera climbed up the chair and placed her hands on her lap neatly. She knew that no Death Eater was allowed to look at their Master in the eyes, which was exactly why she did it. Voldemort grinned for an instant before breaking the silence.
‘You are an extremely brave girl, aren’t you? In only a few minutes you have managed to do so much more than most of my Death Eaters. Why do you think that is?’
‘Because I captivated you with the cruelty hidden behind the innocent look I carry?’, she smirked proudly.
‘Probably’, Voldemort laughed. ‘Not a bad mind either.. how old are you?’
‘Nine. I’ll turn ten next month. How old are you?’
The Dark Lord laughed again. ‘To say the truth… I’ve lost the track.The last time I actually celebrated my birthday was when I was a teenager. But if we’re in 1996… that’d make me 71 years-old…’
‘Wow! You’re old!’, Hera laughed and Voldemort frowned jokingly. ‘But to say the truth, I thought you’d be much older, like Dumbledore!’
Hera felt comfortable, as though she were already his ally, even his friend. He was swinging her legs back an forth through the large gap between her feet and the floor.
‘So, you said you had many things to tell me. I don’t think this conversation was included in your plans’, the Dark Lord said, returning to a more serious manner.
‘Indeed. But first, I would like to make sure that you want me on your side. I know how you and your followers work, and I do not want to end up dead after willingly telling you all you need to know.’ She made a pause and Voldemort just nodded, indicating her to go on. ‘I believe my gift could be very useful to you. I have the answers to all your questions, like how to kill Harry Potter.’
Voldemort rested his chin on his entwined fingers, his expression suddenly turning wicked, but at the same time calm.
‘And how exactly would that be?’
***
Draco hadn’t moved from where he had been thrown in. He could only stare into the emptiness of his own thoughts, since the place where Hera had been was just filled with air. Harry had laid down behind him, holding him tight to keep him warm, though the events had left Draco so numb he hardly noticed how cold the dungeons were. Harry, unlike him, wasn’t used to being at a dungeon (Double Potions had been the longest he had ever stayed at one), which was probably why he couldn’t help himself from shivering every once in a while.
For some reason, he wasn’t angry at Hera, and amazingly enough, he still loved her. Which was why he couldn’t move on from his state of shock and deep pain, why he couldn’t just go hit a wall or something to release his emotions. No. All he could do was relive it in his head, over and over again. He felt like a fucking masochist, but well… maybe he was.
‘Draco…’, Harry whispered and Draco closed his eyes to the warmth of his breath on his neck. ‘Please, say something…’
Can’t talk… my body no longer responds to my commands…, Draco thought. He just let out a sigh and Harry put his arm around him even further.
‘Have you even considered it was all just a bluff? A really unbelievably performed bluff?’, Harry whispered softly so Parkinson and Goyle wouldn’t hear a word.
‘Don’t make me get my hopes up, Potter… it’ll hurt even more when she stabs me in the back again. This way I’ll be at least expecting it.’
‘How’s your leg?’, Harry asked caringly.
‘Believe me, right now I hardly recall I have legs at all.’
‘Well, at least she gave you a hell of a good pain killer’, Harry joked and got himself elbowed in the stomach. ‘Ouch!’
‘That’s for not knowing when not to joke’, Draco hid a small grin.
‘Do it again.’
‘What?’, Draco asked confused.
‘I want you to hit me, as hard as you can. Or simply insult me. You used to get some sort of pleasure when you called did before. I know so because so did I… come on… do it…’
‘Not in the mood.’
Harry got up and laid down in front of him with a determined look on his face.
‘Come on, you bloody coward! Give me the strongest thing you’ve got.’
Draco grabbed a large amount of black hair and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips crashed together a bit too brutally, but neither cared. Draco moved his head back to look at him. Harry had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, trembling. He moved forward again and bit Harry’s bottom lip. He felt his hand going around his waist and landing on his back, pulling him closer. Draco slipped his tongue into his mouth, encouraged by Harry’s loud breathing. He suddenly broke the kiss.
‘Parkinson and Goyle…’, he just said.
‘Bugger them’, Draco said pulling the brunette back to him.
The two Death Eaters begun to laugh at them, insulting them, but they didn’t care. Draco grabbed Harry’s arse desperately, shutting his eyes strongly to keep tears from falling. He couldn’t keep her sister’s betrayal out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.
‘Enough, you two!’, Parkinson yelled and broke them apart with a repelling spell. ‘If we wanted to get sick, we’d sneak into the Master’s bath’, he laughed, but it immediately turned into a loud scream as the Dark Lord’s Cruciatus hit him on the head.
Every eye turned to the wizard and the little seer, who had just entered the dungeons.
‘Master’, Goyle said on one knee, after the curse had been lifted from his fellow Death Eater. ‘We have important information about the prisoners. They’re a couple, Master!’
‘Thanks for telling me what I already know. Now, get out of my sight before I kill you both.’
Parkinson and Goyle ran out of the dungeons leaving the four of them alone.
‘So, how are you liking you’re new home? Comfortable enough to be a love nest or does it need a touch of pink on the walls?’, Voldemort smiled cruelly. ‘Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it. You’ll be staying in here for a while. Come, Hera. Let’s go eat something. You must be starving.’
He extended his right hand to her and they left them angry and alone.
09/24/1996
Hera had followed Voldemort up to the dinning room, which was even larger than the one the Malfoy’s had. The wizard took a seat at the head of the table and indicated her to take the one to his left. The light from the chandeliers made his face look even more inhuman, but that didn’t intimidate Hera the least; she had waited for this moment for far too long and was more that ready to face it. She knew that the only way for her to win his respect was to act maturely and fearless, but at the same time, she wanted to win his heart, in case he had any, what made her sustain a sweet personality as well.
Hera climbed up the chair and placed her hands on her lap neatly. She knew that no Death Eater was allowed to look at their Master in the eyes, which was exactly why she did it. Voldemort grinned for an instant before breaking the silence.
‘You are an extremely brave girl, aren’t you? In only a few minutes you have managed to do so much more than most of my Death Eaters. Why do you think that is?’
‘Because I captivated you with the cruelty hidden behind the innocent look I carry?’, she smirked proudly.
‘Probably’, Voldemort laughed. ‘Not a bad mind either.. how old are you?’
‘Nine. I’ll turn ten next month. How old are you?’
The Dark Lord laughed again. ‘To say the truth… I’ve lost the track.The last time I actually celebrated my birthday was when I was a teenager. But if we’re in 1996… that’d make me 71 years-old…’
‘Wow! You’re old!’, Hera laughed and Voldemort frowned jokingly. ‘But to say the truth, I thought you’d be much older, like Dumbledore!’
Hera felt comfortable, as though she were already his ally, even his friend. He was swinging her legs back an forth through the large gap between her feet and the floor.
‘So, you said you had many things to tell me. I don’t think this conversation was included in your plans’, the Dark Lord said, returning to a more serious manner.
‘Indeed. But first, I would like to make sure that you want me on your side. I know how you and your followers work, and I do not want to end up dead after willingly telling you all you need to know.’ She made a pause and Voldemort just nodded, indicating her to go on. ‘I believe my gift could be very useful to you. I have the answers to all your questions, like how to kill Harry Potter.’
Voldemort rested his chin on his entwined fingers, his expression suddenly turning wicked, but at the same time calm.
‘And how exactly would that be?’
***
Draco hadn’t moved from where he had been thrown in. He could only stare into the emptiness of his own thoughts, since the place where Hera had been was just filled with air. Harry had laid down behind him, holding him tight to keep him warm, though the events had left Draco so numb he hardly noticed how cold the dungeons were. Harry, unlike him, wasn’t used to being at a dungeon (Double Potions had been the longest he had ever stayed at one), which was probably why he couldn’t help himself from shivering every once in a while.
For some reason, he wasn’t angry at Hera, and amazingly enough, he still loved her. Which was why he couldn’t move on from his state of shock and deep pain, why he couldn’t just go hit a wall or something to release his emotions. No. All he could do was relive it in his head, over and over again. He felt like a fucking masochist, but well… maybe he was.
‘Draco…’, Harry whispered and Draco closed his eyes to the warmth of his breath on his neck. ‘Please, say something…’
Can’t talk… my body no longer responds to my commands…, Draco thought. He just let out a sigh and Harry put his arm around him even further.
‘Have you even considered it was all just a bluff? A really unbelievably performed bluff?’, Harry whispered softly so Parkinson and Goyle wouldn’t hear a word.
‘Don’t make me get my hopes up, Potter… it’ll hurt even more when she stabs me in the back again. This way I’ll be at least expecting it.’
‘How’s your leg?’, Harry asked caringly.
‘Believe me, right now I hardly recall I have legs at all.’
‘Well, at least she gave you a hell of a good pain killer’, Harry joked and got himself elbowed in the stomach. ‘Ouch!’
‘That’s for not knowing when not to joke’, Draco hid a small grin.
‘Do it again.’
‘What?’, Draco asked confused.
‘I want you to hit me, as hard as you can. Or simply insult me. You used to get some sort of pleasure when you called did before. I know so because so did I… come on… do it…’
‘Not in the mood.’
Harry got up and laid down in front of him with a determined look on his face.
‘Come on, you bloody coward! Give me the strongest thing you’ve got.’
Draco grabbed a large amount of black hair and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips crashed together a bit too brutally, but neither cared. Draco moved his head back to look at him. Harry had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, trembling. He moved forward again and bit Harry’s bottom lip. He felt his hand going around his waist and landing on his back, pulling him closer. Draco slipped his tongue into his mouth, encouraged by Harry’s loud breathing. He suddenly broke the kiss.
‘Parkinson and Goyle…’, he just said.
‘Bugger them’, Draco said pulling the brunette back to him.
The two Death Eaters begun to laugh at them, insulting them, but they didn’t care. Draco grabbed Harry’s arse desperately, shutting his eyes strongly to keep tears from falling. He couldn’t keep her sister’s betrayal out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.
‘Enough, you two!’, Parkinson yelled and broke them apart with a repelling spell. ‘If we wanted to get sick, we’d sneak into the Master’s bath’, he laughed, but it immediately turned into a loud scream as the Dark Lord’s Cruciatus hit him on the head.
Every eye turned to the wizard and the little seer, who had just entered the dungeons.
‘Master’, Goyle said on one knee, after the curse had been lifted from his fellow Death Eater. ‘We have important information about the prisoners. They’re a couple, Master!’
‘Thanks for telling me what I already know. Now, get out of my sight before I kill you both.’
Parkinson and Goyle ran out of the dungeons leaving the four of them alone.
‘So, how are you liking you’re new home? Comfortable enough to be a love nest or does it need a touch of pink on the walls?’, Voldemort smiled cruelly. ‘Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it. You’ll be staying in here for a while. Come, Hera. Let’s go eat something. You must be starving.’
He extended his right hand to her and they left them angry and alone.